Skrunkles
A projectile stream of disks and spittle dropped from the hux' maw, several bouncing off jack's boots as they turned the final straight towards pew for you. jack paid the slight little heed, his mechanical eyes darting about the hazy gloom.
A Spare in the Trunk: Part II
Jack returned to the waking world under protest. Forcing one eye open half way only to have it close of its own volition moments later. A sigh escaped his lips as sleep reclaimed him. He thought about those crazy dreams last night. His hand drifted...
Adult Conversations
Lix was not one for distrust, not for her close friends at least. The Kux'lar was simply an individual with an innate faith in her entrenched confidants, willing to bank on her convictions and stand by her decisions. Yet one could only ignore so many...
The Truth in Lies
After you straight up lied to me? i'm keeping my eye on you, jackass. you're under a magnifying glass! i'm… i-i'm putting my paw down… yes. yes! yes? gnah, jack…" lix pressed herself into his touch, craving more, demanding more.
Decommissioned Dormancy
Gentle creaks and dulcet groans lulled Lix from slumber like the scent of a freshly cooked breakfast, the thin blankets of Jack's cot twisting about her naked body like a cocoon of comfort as the aforementioned mechanic sat silently by her still side....
Twisted Space
It had blasted a hole straight through the machine's hardened casing and damaged the vessel's nose, sending the man on a twirling course through the zero gravity of the workboat's innards at the time.
Friends In Low Places
Jack hadn't expected Mo'Ona to even know of the Last Stop Staryard, the place was either a mythical legend to those that had either heard tales of the deadly repository or an off-limits deathtrap to those that knew the truth. However, he found himself...
Racer's Heart, Racer's Pride
"nah, you can just pull 'em straight out with a little heat." "super wheeeat! and vat grown meat!"
The Vents
Lix wasn't a stranger to violence per say, however her experience in the realm of death and injury was indirect. A flaming explosion after a collision or slamming her vessel into an asteroid, something born by accident or failure of skill at the flight...
Convoy
Just give 'er a good hard push straight in!"
Mad Jack
Asteroid Racers were no strangers to chaos, to the mind-numbing tumult of death and destruction dealt at the precipitancy of lightspeed. Such was the nature of the game, their daring race through rings of stone and against each other's grit and hopes....
Hoodrat Shit
Lix had thought that planning for a heist into a gang infested hanger would be exciting, like in the movies! Low lights and cigar smoke, hard liquor poured over rocks while rough and tumble men, one being her sexy mechanic, leaned over a table and...